canada geese back
welcome migrants from the north
spring comes with the wind
soon build nest on their island
papa goose protects new brood
posting poetic prose
06 May 2024 3 Comments
in tanka Tags: geese, island, nest, spring, wind
canada geese back
welcome migrants from the north
spring comes with the wind
soon build nest on their island
papa goose protects new brood
01 May 2024 18 Comments
in free verse Tags: bakery, chai tea, selfie, solitude
can you have a date with yourself?
why, i try that very thing today and
entire affair proves quite enjoyable!
i drive a friend to her appointment
then hold rendezvous with myself
at boutique bakery called Habitue’
barista smiles as i order my lunch:
chicken salad on flaky croissant
(dried cranberries, crisp celery)
i treat myself to a hot chai tea
stirred with sweet almond milk
sprinkled with cinnamon, ginger
we take ourself outside to
gated stone patio, metal table;
sit quietly alone in sunny solitude
clearing the mind after heavy storm.
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Sharing “selfie” poetry with Punam and dVerse poets…
23 Apr 2024 23 Comments
in ekphrastic, limerick Tags: cat, crows, feathers, feline, hunt
there once roamed a fine feline pack
who desired royal avian snack:
“let’s pounce on low crows,
tasty drumsticks dispose
but the feathers we’ll gladly give back!”
Poetry prompt with Melissa at dVerse to write on Wain’s cat cartoons without using word, “cat”.
22 Apr 2024 20 Comments
in haibun Tags: caretakers, Earth Day, environment, plastic, recycle, sustainability, trash
My friend Marie is a force of and for nature. She’s come by her fierce soul honestly, through the trauma of living with, not one but two, abusive husbands consecutively; and losing an adult son to hit and run. She’s seen her share of suffering and grief. Yet, she cares about others and about the earth, our home. It hurts her to see people trash it.
She encourages everyone who will listen to recycle. When I lived on the farm (where we burned our own garbage) Marie accepted all my empty milk jugs and other plastics to put in recyclables bin in town. Now I live close to town and bring in our recyclables myself, including cardboard and glass. That makes Marie proud.
Marie picks up trash while on our walks and checks garbage cans for plastic bottles within reach. Sometimes her little car is full of bags of materials to be recycled. It’s almost a part-time job for her, now in her seventies. She may be small but she has a big heart and faith. She believes we must take better care of God’s beautiful world.
earth’s creatures fragile
plastic rings can suffocate
choking on our trash
Written for Earth Day 2024, “Planet vs. Plastics” theme and linked to dVerse poets where Frank hosts haibuns.
16 Apr 2024 24 Comments
in quatrain Tags: beef, cows, dairy, farmers, herd
i’d like to write a book so that people
would understand good farmers truly care
about the animals they raise and feed
and breed, deliver young, nourish the herd.
it’s more than just business and bottom line
but for the love of cows that farmers will
work hard to keep them growing and alive
thru snowstorms, heat, disease, and parasites.
explain how methane cycle benefits;
how cow manure enhances health of soil.
why farmers plant their fields with corn and hay
to keep cattle content chewing their cud.
cows give us dairy products and real beef
both protein sources good for humankind
we treat our cattle with humane kindness
and they in turn help us to feed the world.
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Sanaa hosts poetics at dVerse today featuring poems of Maggie Smith. I’ve written in monologue style with no end rhyme but rhythmic pattern of iambic pentameter.
12 Apr 2024 6 Comments
women want to be men, men pretend to be women, kids are confused.
illegals will vote between narcissist or puppet for president.
C.R.T. and D.E.I.* work to antagonize and divide us.
citizens fear christian nationalism as country goes to hell.
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*CRT is critical race theory, DEI is diversity, equity & inclusion.
10 Apr 2024 13 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: antique, box, childhood, dreams, jewelry, memories
my box was antique blue
with a heart-shaped lock,
tiny key and gold filigree-
patterned lid, lifted fragilely
on two hinges to reveal tray
of velvety divided squares
my box held real jewelry,
leftovers from my mother
and grandmother which i
imagined in woke-dreams
they’d worn to royal teas
and exotic travels overseas
my box was old, well-used;
velvet rubbed bare in spots
till hinges broke irreparably
and i left childhood dreams
behind, discarded with box
but kept jeweled memories
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Patterned after Gillian Clarke’s poem, “My Box” and shared with Kim at dVerse poets OLN.
08 Apr 2024 34 Comments
in prosery Tags: art, diva, entertainment, music, stars
Angling Agent: I can help you get your big break if you’re ready to deal.
Undiscovered Diva: Ok, yeah. I could use a break so just tell me what I need to do.
Agent: Your songs are too happy…you gotta write something darker, create an edgier voice, if you know what I mean.
Diva: But I think music should lift people up…that’s what it does for me.
Agent: That’s too predictable. You need to push the envelope with revealing costumes too.
Diva: I want to sell my music, not my body and soul!
Agent: Look, if you impress the right people, they’ll give you a million dollar record contract!
Diva: Do they even produce records any more? I just want to make my music.
Agent: What does it matter, that? The stars we see are already dead…and dead stars still burn.
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Prosery prompt with Dora at dVerse. Write 144 words and include this line from poet Amy Woolard: “What does it matter that the stars we see are already dead.“
05 Apr 2024 2 Comments
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the darkness of sin’s
shadow covers earth
yet souls yearn for light
our true king’s crown
mysteriously revealed
rebels risk blindness
if we underestimate
your intense glory!
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As we anticipate total eclipse on April 8, 2024
01 Apr 2024 11 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bird-fights, grackles, hackles, incivility
the grackles are back!
their cackles they stack
with hackles raised on
their backles so black;
no more dirty bird-fights
in hood should we lack!
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27 Mar 2024 23 Comments
in shape poem Tags: balcony, church, stained-glass, stairs, worship
Linking to dVerse Poets Pub where Kim hosts poetics on the theme of “buildings“.
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come, walk into
red-brick city church
of my childhood years
impressive facade soars
with cross atop central peak
an ancient yet beloved building
which features wide concrete steps
to enter through two heavy-hinged doors
come, climb up more
stairs to enter sanctuary
even higher to three balconies
hung below exposed-beam rafters
steps creak predictably under weight of
people with friendly faces and familiar voices
edifice embraces a warm welcome for regulars
and visitors alike with smiles, handshakes or hugs
come, sit down
on long wooden bench
which stood sturdy for years
smoothed by past congregants
sliding across row to make room
one central aisle with two side-aisles
all lead to table and raised stage in front
where God’s open word remains focal point
come, look up at
the light of the world
large stained-glass Jesus
who carries little lamb close
as he walks above choir loft with
staff in hand while sunlight filters in
organ begins prelude, robed choir enters
the minister stands and we all rise to worship
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18 Mar 2024 2 Comments
in scripture Tags: Jesus, masonry, Passion, rock, stone, tomb
swaddled baby lay in stone manger
boy grows skills as carpenter mason
learns plumb, rule, chisel from father
is tempted to turn stones into bread
but will not live on devil’s hard tack
rabbi whets hunger of discipled hearts
prompts petra’s rock solid profession
weeps on palm littered road into city
children and stones cry out his praises
but hard hearted crowds yell “crucify!”
he stumbles with cross on same pavers
as suffering hones his mission’s passion
earth quakes, rocks split, he yields spirit
wrapped body lay in stone cold tomb
he leaves grave clothes folded on slab
now actively quarries with measured cuts
to raise new temple built of living stones
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